Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

he added, grinning. "Just like your son, then," Jao said mockingly, his words dripping with sarcasm. Derrick’s eyes darkened with rage. Without hesitation, he turned to a nearby warrior and snapped his fingers. The man stepped forward, holding a long whip coated with silver. "You just never learn, do you?" Derrick sneered, taking the whip himself.

Seeing the member harden into a stiff stick, Marcus chuckled lightly. "Now it looks presentable," Marcus said and Jason went red with shame. Why would his shaft stand at the touch of a man? And even if he swung that way, what happened to other men? Why did it have to be Marcus. "Stop that," Jason said, trying to get up, but Marcus easily held him down. "Don't move, this is a a game we have played before. It seems your body is addicted to my touch," Marcus said, as he continued to pump Jason's shaft. The without much friction, soon Jason felt pain.

“You’ll sense it when you touch the right one. You might not be able to explain why.” I nod, not trusting my voice. My fingers tingle with anticipation as I reach for the closest weapon, a short-handled axe with a double blade and a leather-wrapped grip. I lift it, turning it in my hands. The balance is good, the blade well cared for, but nothing happens. No spark, no feedback.

Shokoti smiled and answered, “why ask a yam farmer if he knows how to plant and grow cassava, for if he can cultivate yam he will surely know the secret behind planting cassava for are they not both tuber? surely that was not the question I expected from you. “Give me such weapon if it exist and name your price.’’ I tried again. I must have answered correctly for his eyes glowed as he smiled and I realized I have been lured into bargaining with a god from which I might pay dearly, and losing Obembe could as well be the least of my problems. From the fold of his large robe, he withdrew a great axe I couldn’t help but wondered how he managed to fit a weapon of such size on his person, a double

Those who survived were also severely injured. Hearing the noise outside, Scitalis quickly rushed out and shouted, "Who is this id*ot interrupting me having fun?" Immediately, he squinted his eyes when he saw Dax. 'This person is pretty strong, and he even has a Sky Breaking Axe, the ultimate Grand Weapon.' Scitalis survived for thousands of years, and he was knowledgeable. He could tell at a glance the origin of the giant axe in Dax's hands. At the same time, Dax was stunned when he saw Scitalis.

Carl spat in anger and hatred at my face. “Leave her to me.” Axel said. He was dressed in a black training outfit, and I couldn't tell where he came from, deep in the forest or from his tent. He took a dagger that was strapped to his boot and pointed it at me. His dagger was made of pure silver; it shone under the sun with its dangerous intent to kill. “This stubbornness of yours is only going to lead you to an early grave.” Axel roughly pulled me inside his tent.

“You got something in mind?” Axel smirked and reached under his seat, pulling out two flat black cases. He popped them open. Inside were sleek, matte-black pistols fitted with silencers, military-grade throwing knives, and two pairs of stealth-ruffled gloves. Silent ruffles—woven in Kevlar and sound-suppressed—designed for quick infiltration. Enzo blinked. “When did you—” “I prepared these immediately, when we first Moreau might still be alive,” Axel said smugly. “Didn’t think we’d need them, but I like to be ready.”

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

Give me your other hand. Reaching... Snatching for the flailing arm... If I can grab his wrist... And the long, long shriek as he falls... A length of time only measured in heartbeats... My own heart pumps too. I wipe sweat from my forehead, then I swing, raising the axe in a long arc to come down over my target. The blade slams in and with a Clop! the block of pine splits neatly, the two halves dropping one way and the other from my pine-stump anvil.